The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Kuroro couldn't detect the trace of the person who took Gojo Satoru, but the bloody smell left by Gojo Satoru after being injured guided him well.

After finding an underground doctor's clinic in Ikebukuro, the black doctor didn't need him to ask, and cooperated with him to take the initiative to reveal all the information.

Kuroro was worried that Gojo Satoru would return directly to the Conjuration Academy, but fortunately, Gojo Satoru seemed to have only one ordinary person around him, which made the difficulty much lower than he expected.

Even if Gojo Satoru returned to the Conjuration Academy, he would not be afraid.

However, thieves have the style of thieves.

Kuroro hadn't even reached the old neighborhood when he felt a force locking him firmly.

It was Gojo Satoru who had been stalemate with him for many days before.

Liuyan put all his attention on Kuroro, and Gojo Satoru rushed straight towards Kuroro like an arrow shot from the night sky.

Gojo Satoru, who obtained the conditions for Kuroro's ability to activate from "Fireman", can finally use his own spells with confidence, instead of dealing with Kuroro by purely outputting all his magic power.

Kuroro, who was finally able to see the unfolding effect of Wujo Wu's technique, was a little surprised.

Taking advantage of this gap, Gojo Satoru's mantra pierced Kuroro's abdomen.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

However, the pain was followed by sobriety. Kuroro, who had been wandering in battle and death all year round, quickly regained consciousness. When Gojo Satoru brushed past him, he backhanded the dagger he had been holding in his hand for defense. The dagger was accurately stabbed/into Gojo Satoru's lower back based on his fighting instinct alone.

Wujo Gojo let out a muffled snort. His waist and abdomen, which had not healed and was newly injured, hindered his exertion, and his figure swayed in the air, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed towards the deserted mountains and forests in the distance.

—Krollo must be taken out of this block.

Behind him was Lan Kazama, and other innocent residents.He didn't want to see Kurolo hurting those people again.

Kuroro covered the blood gushing wound with one hand, while calmly turning around to look at Gojo Satoru's back.

This kind of trick can't be hidden from Kuroro, he knows Gojo Satoru's purpose very well.But so what?

"However, compared to the first time we met, I have grown too much." Kuroro calmly activated his ability to seal the wound with the materialized medical patch.

He murmured in a low voice: "Trees that grow too fast... it's better to cut them down as soon as possible."

Kuroro unhurriedly spread out his palms to check the movement route of the nostalgia mark on Wujou's body - when Wujou passed by him, he stuck the tracking ability to Wujou's body.No matter where Gojo Satoru goes, he will find him.

He chuckled, with a cross tattoo hanging high on his forehead.

……

Just after Gojo Satoru and Kuroro disappeared, a slender and thin figure appeared outside the block.

Kazama Yonlan watched the two disappearing figures, there was no light in her eyes.

The next moment, the flames started to burn from the fingertips, and then suddenly rose to envelop Kazama Yonlan in it.

Under the night sky, there was only a gust of wind left when it pierced through the space at an excessive speed.

……

In the dark mountain forest, the silence of no one was suddenly broken.

Two figures approached one after another, and before they could gain a firm footing, they made a loud "Boom!"

Before Gojo Satoru could see Kuroro's figure clearly, he was knocked into the air and fell into the canopy of the tree.

Startled a forest of birds.

"I suddenly saw a lot of scenes just now, are they caused by your spells?" Amidst the hoarse and terrifying screams of the owl and the owl, Kuroro came slowly.

Except for a little blood stained on his shirt, there was no trace of his injury.

Gojo Satoru noticed this.

But remembering the reminder from "Fire Man", he just sneered and didn't say a word.

Kuroro wasn't annoyed at all, but just activated his mind ability again.

Countless blades attacked Gojo Satoru from all directions without dead ends, and if he failed to dodge, he would be chopped into pieces.

Gojo Satoru calmly activated the spell [No Lower Limit], however, once activated, in theory, nothing can get close to the holder of the spell, but when the holder is seriously injured, the excessive amount of mind ability The blade broke through the barrier.

With those blue eyes, he watched dozens of blades cut into his flesh and blood immediately.

"Well……"

Blood gushed out from Gojo Satoru's lips, staining his pale lips bright red due to the injury.

"Your eyes occasionally remind me of an old friend."

Gojo Satoru was still dodging the blade in embarrassment, but Kuroro pointed his toes on the branches of tall trees, sighing with ease: "Same blue eyes, similar white hair color..."

"I thought it was just a little bug who couldn't recognize his identity, and could be trampled to death with one foot. Unexpectedly, that guy actually chased me for ten years, and even at the end."

Kuroro paused, and suddenly became dangerous: "I lost my brigade and everything."

He turned to look at Gojo Satoru, who was struggling to support him, and suggested with a "kind heart": "It's almost time to disclose the information on the technique, right? If this trend continues, you might die."

In just a few minutes, those blades had already left layers of wounds on Gojo Satoru.

The Psychic Ability Blade is different from ordinary blades. It can not only absorb Wujo Wu's mantra to strengthen itself, but also ignore the weakened spell [no lower limit] to a certain extent, and the wound it creates cannot heal itself.

Gojo Satoru, who has known Kuroro's bad character for a long time, knows very well that if he does not disclose the information on the art, he will be in a hard fight.

The tall conjurer suddenly gave up all resistance, and he lay lazily in the canopy of the tree, not like he was on a battlefield, but rather like he was on vacation.

Kuroro raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by his choice.

"Are you waiting for me to reveal my spell, so you can take the opportunity to steal it?" In the blood all over his body, Gojo Satoru grinned: "Old man, just, no."

A large amount of magic power was gathered by Gojo Satoru, but instead of attacking Kuroro, he turned to himself.

Those blue eyes fixed on Kuroro, tainted with madness.

"Actually, Little Glass has told me the method of reversing the spell many times, but because I am the strongest, I have never been able to understand it. But now, thanks to you."

Gojo Satoru was covered in blood and his chin was covered in blood, yet he laughed wantonly like never before.

"Finally understood—the reversal technique."

As soon as the words fell, the mantra immediately poured into Gojo Wu's body in reverse.

Immediately, all the hideous wounds visible to the naked eye recovered quickly.

At the critical moment of the battle, Wujo Wu understood the essence of the reversal technique.While the wound was being repaired, his high fighting spirit also excited him.

[No lower limit] The spell has also recovered its original power due to the good condition of the holder.

Even if the countless sharp blades moved forward, they still couldn't hurt Gojo Wu in the slightest. Instead, they were bounced out and reflected towards Kuroro and the surroundings.

Caught off guard, Kuroro immediately reflexively deployed his mind ability protection, and turned his head to one side.

When Kuroro looked at Gojo Satoru again when the protective mind ability that blocked the line of sight was removed——

The tall man covered in flames stood in front of Gojo Satoru, watching Kuroro with a silent but heavy calm.

"Don't get me wrong, your opponent is me."

A deep voice came through the flames, like an echo from hell.

Gojo Satoru, who was blocked by the man, was stunned, and then wanted to go forward, but was blocked by the man's extended arm.

"This is the battlefield between me and him." The man's voice was calm, but he clasped Gojo Satoru's shoulder involuntarily.

The man's flaming palm didn't hurt Gojo Satoru at all, but it was as unshakable as a mountain, no matter how much Gojo Satoru struggled, he couldn't break free.

Immediately, the man walked towards Kuroro without looking back.

Spots of fire fell behind him.

Then with a "huh", a wall of fire burned not far in front of Wujo Wu, rejecting his entry.

Kuroro watched Pyro walking towards him with great interest, every cell was trembling with excitement.

He hadn't felt this way for ten years.

Even if he just woke up from what he thought was death, was in a strange world and civilization, and repeatedly brushed past the god of death in battles with supernatural beings and high-tech armies, he had never had such a soul-like experience. Deep fighting spirit and madness.

"It's really interesting that I actually feel something similar to an old man from you."

Kuroro smiled, his eyes were as clean as a student in a university rather than a desperado walking on the tip of a knife, his tone was relaxed, as if he was chatting with the visitor.

"You said my opponent is you? Sir, do you know me?" Kuroro tilted his head and said, "I have lived in Russia for a long time, but I have never seen anyone like you. Or..."

Light flashed across his dark eyes: "Did you know me in your last life?"

The man with the flames didn't answer Kuroro.

Every step he took was extremely heavy, like the weight of hundreds of thousands of lives, leaving deep marks on the forest land.

Under the night sky, flames were blazing, as if thousands of angry souls were roaring and questioning.

--Why!Why break our peaceful life and take away our happiness!

The man stretched his hand into the air, and a rusty broken sword full of flesh and blood was pulled out of the flames.

He swung it down casually, and the sharp blade neighed through the air.

"Whether it's the last paragraph or this paragraph, it's time to end." The man's voice was cold and without any warmth: "The things you robbed, whether it's life, courage or anything else, should be returned."

"Tonight is the day to repay the debt."

The moment the voice fell, the man shot towards Kuroro like an arrow from the string. The broken knife in his hand pierced the air and rushed towards Kuroro with a sharp hiss, pointing directly at Kuroro's heart.

Kuroro immediately swung the dagger and stabbed the man, with the madness of exchanging injuries for injuries without regard for life.

The remnant knife was entangled by Kuroro's other mind ability. Even though the man's strength was as strong as the top of a mountain, it still deviated a few inches and swung away from the original target, failing to stab Kuroro's heart.

But the dagger in Kuroro's hand pierced hard into the man's shoulder when the man couldn't control his speed.

At a very close distance, Kuroro could clearly feel the heat of the flame and the stinging pain caused by the burning. He was surprised to find that the flame was actually burning his mind ability.

"Suddenly something doesn't want you to die like this."

Kuroro was not at all nervous because he was almost pierced through the heart just now. He smiled relaxedly, with ease and confidence, and said: "If you tell me why your flame has an effect on my mind ability, I will How about leaving your life alone?"

Although he was stabbed extremely deeply by the dagger, the man didn't even shake it, as if he didn't feel any pain.

He didn't listen to Kuroro's suggestion, but asked in a deep voice: "You seem to be extremely confident in your victory."

"But, did you really escape?"

A bad premonition crossed Kuroro's mind, he frowned, and for the first time showed an expression other than relaxed: "What... um..."

Before he could ask, he sensed the sudden cold killing intent behind him.

He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the man with the flames in front of him grabbed his wrist holding the dagger, making him unable to move.

Then, the coolness brought by the blade brushing against the flesh and blood exposed to the air spread from Kuroro's back to his whole body.

"Pfft!"

The long knife pierced through the chest, and blood flowed out from the heart.

Kuroro looked down at the tip of the knife on his chest in disbelief. At this moment, he suddenly understood why facing his dagger, the other party neither avoided nor avoided it.

——This man, who was burning with flames and couldn't see his face clearly, was waiting for this moment to get close to him.

But where did the sword behind him come from?Is it also this person's ability?

The man was not ready to answer Kuroro's questions, and a weird and hoarse laughter came from his throat, like the sound of a dying demon mixed with blood foam hoarsely crawling into the world from hell.

"Finally, I've caught you. There are too many things I can do at this distance."

"The things you stole should be returned."

The broken knife that disappeared from the man's hand at some time and then appeared behind Kuroro was slowly pulled out from Kuroro's body.

Immediately, blood gushed out of the ferocious blood hole continuously.

Kuroro stared at the man with his eyes open, his vision gradually increased, and the sky was spinning.

"Pfft!"

He fell backward into the bushes behind him.

Kuroro opened his mouth, but only blood froth came out, and he couldn't say anything else except the bass of "ho ho".He raised his head and looked up at the burning man from the ground.

At that moment, Kuroro saw clearly a pair of blue eyes full of hatred, which gradually overlapped with the person in his memory.

how come……

Kurolo was startled.

However, he couldn't do anything anymore, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

……

Gojo Satoru, who was blocked by the wall of fire, couldn't see the battle situation inside, but he knew that Kuroro was not easy to deal with, so he hammered the wall of fire anxiously and angrily without knowing the specific combat power of Burning Man.

In a hurry, Wujo Satoru, who was thinking about Kuroro's past battles, suddenly realized another way to use the magic power.

"[Spell Forward · Cang]—"

"[Spell Reversal·He]——"

The red and blue forces collided together, and the completely different forms of force produced a powerful shock wave and an explosion occurred.

"boom--!"

The firewall was blasted.

At the same time, half of the mountain was also blasted into pieces, and everything was razed to the ground.

Then Gojo Satoru saw that among the flames all over the ground, that slender figure was not affected by the explosion at all.

Holding a broken knife dripping with blood, the man walked slowly amidst the flames and smoke in the sky.

Gojo Satoru unconsciously held his breath.

Then, when the man crossed the sea of ​​flames without looking sideways, and was about to leave by passing him, Gojo Satoru suddenly called out to stop the man.

"Hey! Mr. Burning Man." Gojo Satoru said with a cheerful smile, "I'm a magician, Gojo Satoru. Do you want to make a friend?"

Kazama Yonlan's heart was heavy just now, but was interrupted by Gojo Satoru's untimely question and disregarding the atmosphere.

Wrapped in the flames, he twitched the corners of his lips speechlessly, and then continued to walk straight forward.

However, Gojo Satoru's outstanding perseverance played a wrong role at this time.

"Mr. Burning Man, would you mind me?"

"What's your name?"

"Do you want to consider coming to Wutiao's house?"

Kazama Yard Lan: ...